Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

An ice version of the biochemical magic arm.

Even now, Fu Qian is still amazed at the smoothness of this miraculous transformation bestowed by the Pope.

But it has to be said that this new visual effect is not only more in line with his current image, but also complies with the Pope's aesthetic authority.

The ferocious, crystal clear, endless frost looks like surging clouds being controlled.

At that moment, the entire right arm seemed to transform into a frost dragon, with a pure icy body and a roaring white frost that symbolized death, shattering everything in front of it.

It's not just the three blood mirrors that are posing math problems. The entire trail stretches all the way to the distance, and there is no intact thing in the middle.

Combined with the previous lines and momentum, it seemed that Lord Gorrimshaw was furious and launched a more forbidden spell, bringing down endless cold and destruction.

But as we all know, the casting of forbidden spells often comes at a price.

At this moment, this point was also reflected in Fu Qian.

Except for the sleeves that were torn by the now-retracted giant frost arm, his attire was still intact.

However, beneath the clothes, spider-web-like cracks covered every inch of flesh and blood - just like the smashed mirrors.

These scars appeared almost simultaneously with the previous attack, although they did not cause Fu Qian to hesitate even a little.

And even now, he still didn't even look at himself.

"It's obvious that you are still far from truly sublimating from your animal nature."

When Fu Qian coldly put away the bell stick in his hand and stared at his masterpiece, the voice of Brother Saint first sounded from the ruins.

And gave a hopelessly bad review.

……

There are many butterfly shadows.

Unfortunately, as a qualified charlatan, Fu Qian had already mastered the second essential principle of his career, which is "never care about bad reviews."

Still without saying a word, he just stared ahead silently, and even continued walking.

But in the ruins in the field of vision, along with another bad review, there were actually pieces of white fragments fluttering up like butterflies.

Even the shape is very consistent with its source - the shattered blood mirror fragments all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the butterflies flew together and formed a familiar figure in the ruins.

"You have no idea what real power is, or how to wield it."

Although the wings behind him are not as exaggerated as in the mirror, his face is still invisible.

The cracks on Brother Saint's body where the fragments intersected were exactly the same as the wounds on Fu Qian's body.

And this broken scene was healing even faster than before.

On the one hand, it proved that Brother Saint had not suffered much damage from the previous attack, and on the other hand, it made his comments seem more reasonable and well-founded.

"Oh?"

The footsteps finally stopped, and Fu Qian looked at the saint who was almost blocking his way, and just responded without any emotion.

The next moment, with a broken face and a cold smile, he raised the bell stick in his hand again, still not even interested in talking.

"Incomprehensible!"

The body blocking his way did not move, but it inevitably aroused more disdain.

"Give it up. Until you understand what true existence is, your barbaric actions will have no effect."

"Of course, there won't be any more problems after you understand, hehe..."

In the same spirit of a charlatan, Brother Saint stretched out his hand and caught a flying finger in mid-air. "Do you think I have to rely on the concept of fragile reflections to show up in this holy land?"

After completing the last piece of the body, he was obviously mocking Fu Qian's rough behavior just now.

"Then you are underestimating the Third Follower."

And the next moment, he even took the initiative to reveal a new name.

Follower? Although it doesn't sound as good as our Darkmoon Apostle, it's still pretty impressive.

Even the ones with numbers.

By the way, if everyone has a numbered seat, then the group that appeared in the mirror room first could at least form a reinforced platoon, right?

It is much more prosperous than the Dark Moon Apostles.

While admiring, Fu Qian finally stopped what he was doing.

His calm and gentle expression made him look more like he was giving the other party a chance to leave his final words rather than being shocked.

……

"Any harm inflicted on me will only be reflected back on you."

It seemed as if he wanted to strike a balance, but in the face of Fu Qian's overly powerful aura, Brother Sanxun paused for a few seconds and said something that sounded extraordinary, but it still sounded like he was asking for leniency.

"I don't know why you came here, but I know for sure that you think you are different from the other idiots."

"It's a pity, believe me, you are not fundamentally different here... and any changes here will not escape my eyes."

As if he had noticed the problem with his momentum, Brother Sanxun's subsequent speech became even more assertive.

"So much so that I can say responsibly that they have learned humility faster than you, hehe..."

With a chuckle at the end, there was no trace of the wounds on Sanxun's body, and his actual performance brought his momentum to the limit.

See, torture is effective!

Although he obviously didn't know what Fu Qian, whose expression didn't change throughout the whole process, was thinking.

The way to apply it lies in one’s heart.

Although it may sound unskillful, the rule of "a beating will make people talk more" is effective in many situations.

Regardless of whether the motivation was fear or the desire to prove that there was no fear, Fu Qian believed that if it weren't for his body language just now, the other party might not have shared so many interesting things.

"So this is why this place is called a holy place, there are so many rules to follow?"

In order to reward Brother Sanxun for his hard work, Fu Qian finally spoke and even made a thoughtful expression.

“Although it’s not too fast, it’s still gratifying.”

Finally, no new spells were shown, and Sanxun expressed satisfaction with his previous performance for the first time.

"It's best not to forget it, because you will realize the importance of this sentence more and more."

"Don't worry, my memory is very good. In fact, it is precisely because of this that I still have a small problem."

It’s a pity that Fu Qian did not readily accept this advice that came naturally, but instead quickly demonstrated the rigorous thinking of an academic worker.

"Are the rules that those people originally had, and those that are now spreading in Xiyuan City, also related to the Holy Land?"

……

"Or is it related to the sacred tree?"

Fu Qian didn't mind Brother Sanxun's silence, and didn't stop to add another sentence. (End of this chapter)